Chương 156: Vengeful Infants Under Heaven

Huaijin, with Ning Nanzhi in tow, burst straight through the encirclement! The Blood Infant Elder watched this unfold, fury blazing in his eyes, he was tempted to beat his disciples to death with his own staff.

'A pack of useless cowards, every last one of them. All too afraid to take a scratch.'

"Nanzhi, those two mid stage Tier 2 demonic cultivators are yours! Leave the rest to me!" The words shot out of Huaijin's mouth in rapid succession. The moment he spoke, he planted himself squarely in front of Ning Nanzhi.

"Spirit Ruin Burial Extinction!" The Blood Dragon Sword erupted with savage fury. In an instant, countless sword lights flooded the air, a storm of blades that seemed to tear the very sky apart. With his Supreme Grade Dao Foundation and swordsmanship, every strike of his blade carried the weight of his will. Sword shadows flickered like phantoms at his command. Huaijin's sword techniques had already breached the offensive threshold of Tier 3.

The Blood Infant Elder barely had time to register what was happening before hundreds of sword lights descended upon the two eight level demonic cultivators. They scrambled to raise their spirit artifacts in defense, but they were too slow, too weak. Pfft! Dense, intersecting sword wounds laced across their bodies like spiderwebs. Blood erupted in violent sprays. Then, with a shift of Huaijin's will, a cyan spirit coffin manifested amid the vortex of sword energy, pulsing with the power of extinction.

A torrent of flame burst forth as the coffin lid sprang open, and a single crimson sword beam locked onto the Blood Infant Elder with unerring precision. WHOOSH! The sword light howled through the air like a serpent, warping space itself as it screamed toward its target. The Blood Infant Elder flinched.

'Who in the world was this man? At the seventh level, unleashing combat power on par with mine?' This was no nameless nobody. The blood infant beneath the elder stirred, lifting him skyward. Its gaping, grotesque maw opened wide, and bit down directly on Huaijin's sword beam, shattering it into fragments. But a thin trickle of blood oozed from the corner of the blood infant's mouth.

"You're Zhang Huaijin..." The Blood Infant Elder's mind raced through recent rumors and intelligence, and suddenly, recognition dawned.

"We live practically next door, and you don't even recognize my face? For a demonic cultivator, I can't decide if that makes you incompetent or just arrogant." Huaijin didn't bother replying any further. The Blood Dragon Sword swept forward again as he charged once more at the Blood Infant Elder. In his left hand, blood qi seethed and churned, coiling with bestial fury. A dragon's roar shook the heavens.

In the span of a single breath, a towering stele forged from blood and bone took shape, the Blood Bone Dragon Stele! One of Huaijin's most devastating techniques. And now, channeled through his full power, it struck with the force of a Tier 3 blow. The three meter Blood Bone Dragon Stele descended like a collapsing mountain, carrying the oppressive weight of a hundred spirit beasts. It slammed down faster than the eye could follow. Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. CRACK!

The two grievously wounded eighth level demonic cultivators shattered under the impact, bones snapping, bodies crumpling. In an instant, their souls were extinguished. Two late stage Tier 2 cultivators, erased in two moves. Ning Nanzhi stared, speechless. These weren't common rabble, they were Tier 2 eighth level experts! But when she considered the sheer magnitude of Huaijin's power, her shock faded into something closer to awe. Then she moved.

Her water and fire techniques flowed together with seamless mastery, each technique a work of lethal artistry. Within moments, she had the two mid stage Tier 2 demonic cultivators on the defensive. At her seventh level cultivation, finishing them was only a matter of time. Meanwhile, the Blood Dragon Sword crashed down again and again in a relentless frenzy, trading blow after blow with the Blood Infant Elder. Huaijin was fighting with everything he had. Every strike erupted with Tier 3 power.

And his body cultivation had already reached the strength of early stage Tier 2. The black and white energy of the Realm-Breaking Pearl, combined with the spirit beast's blood essence, continued tempering his physique at an astonishing rate. His body cultivation advanced with every passing moment. His soul cultivation, too, had reached the same strength. Huaijin's combat power now dwarfed what it had been during the last spirit beast tide, several times stronger, at least.

Every breakthrough in his cultivation brought a transformation that shook the very foundations of his strength. The more the Blood Infant Elder fought, the deeper his alarm grew. A flicker of genuine fear crept into his cruel, savage eyes. Huaijin's power was monstrous. The elder was at the third level Tier 3, and yet, as the battle dragged on, he found himself losing ground.

'This is absurd. Is the Earthly Fiend Spirit Body truly this overwhelming? Or is there some other hidden factor at play...?' The violent clash had already drawn the attention of the spirit beasts lurking within Moyun Ridge. The Tier 2 beasts kept their distance, this was no battle for lesser creatures to interfere in. This was a Purple Mansion level confrontation, and scavenging here would cost any fool their life.

And the Tier 3 spirit beast that ruled Moyun Ridge, also at the third level, had already crept close, sensing the energy turbulence. With their leader taking point, the weaker beasts followed close behind, hoping to play the role of the fisherman who reaps the spoils of war... The Blood Infant Elder and Huaijin both sensed the encroaching presence. The Blood Infant Elder's expression flickered with unease. But Huaijin showed no sign of concern, his ferocity only intensified.

In Huaijin's eyes, these beasts were nothing but an afterthought. The true scourge of humanity was the demonic cultivators. Those who slaughtered the innocent, who performed blood rituals that tainted the land, whose crimes were so vast they could never be counted. When Huaijin encountered demonic cultivators, he showed no mercy. And since the Blood Infant Elder had delivered himself to his doorstep, he had no intention of letting him slip away. BOOM!

The Blood Infant Elder drove his wraith blood infant into a piercing, bone-chilling shriek. Thousands of vengeful infant spirits burst into existence, their howls forming a sonic assault that rippled across the sky. Waves of venomous resentment choked the heavens.

"Vengeful Infants Under Heaven!" The elder's scream split the air. A legion of vengeful infants blotted out the sky, descending upon Huaijin in a swarm, their twisted little mouths gaping wide to devour him whole. These infants had been carved alive from the wombs of pregnant women by the Blood Infant Elder's own hands. Each one was saturated with resentment, a priceless treasure for demonic cultivators. The more suffering they caused, the faster their power grew. Huaijin's expression didn't waver.

A wisp of crimson light coiled in his palm, and the air around him crackled with a fearsome force, lightning, raw and untamed. This was the Bing Yang Thunder. Its power was the ultimate bane of wickedness: violent yang fire combined with searing lightning, the most supreme divine thunder under heaven. Deep within Huaijin's dantian, his lightning seed spun rapidly, unleashing a torrent of lightning power into his palm. In an instant, a crimson thunderball the size of a human head materialized in his grip.

The Bing Yang Thunder. CRACK! Thunder split the sky as the crimson thunderball launched upward, exploding into an endless sea of crimson lightning that blanketed the entire battlefield. Devastating lightning power erupted in all directions, annihilating everything in its path. The thousands of vengeful infants convulsed violently, their spectral forms wreathed in black smoke. The weaker ones shattered on contact, their clinging venomous resentment torn asunder by the cleansing fury of the thunder.

And then, something remarkable happened. On the twisted, hate-filled faces of those dissipating infants, a look of relief flickered. For just a moment, their spirits drifted free, no longer bound by torment, and bowed once toward Huaijin in silent gratitude. Then, they faded, finally at peace. The Bing Yang Thunder raged on, its purging light reducing the legion of vengeful infants to wisps of black smoke at a terrifying speed. The Blood Infant Elder's ultimate attack, his masterpiece of cruelty, was obliterated.

And the searing lightning didn't stop there. It lashed directly across the Blood Infant Elder's body, carving burning wounds into his flesh and splattering him with his own blood. The elder staggered, his eyes wide with disbelief. His greatest weapon. Destroyed. And his enemy had barely broken a sweat.